The Sentinels young as the morning; old as the sea

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Though he had no way of knowing his pledge would be of such significance to the sisters, he felt whole once more having a place, and companions, to call home. One ear twisted forward and his head lifted with joy as she turned away, inviting him to join her and the dark sister in a hunt. His stomach growled at the thought of something fresh, and perhaps more filling than the voles and smaller animals he'd been hunting the past few weeks.

With a polite nod to Emaleth, Marcello picked up his paws and lept off into the brush in pursuit of Deirdre while half-a-million questions raced through his head.